Defending my crown

After my unexpected victory in Dom's 'Hottest Outfit' competition, I was duty-bound to return for his 'Hottest Bikini' contest in order to attempt to defend my crown against a new set of contenders. I mean, I assume it's a case of winner stays on, right? 

So vote #2 if you approve of my dick-patterned bikini, which I definitely think has to go down as the cutest of the, admittedly very similar, bunch of bikinis.

If not mine, which bikini do I think is hottest? I voted #4 because you've got to love the simplicity of a seductive all black little number. Especially when it's hugging such a yummy set of humps.

Of course, there would be no shame being dethroned by any of these sexy efforts. I just hope that I can at least scrape one or two votes and avoid the dreaded "nil points" that us Brits so fear in the run up to Eurovision season.

The Real Risks of Sending Nudes

Today might be dubbed National Send Nudes Day — a trending events that pops up each year with a mix of memes, flirtation, and bold selfies - but, while the internet celebrates with cheeky humour and provocative posts, it's important to hit pause and talk about the very real pitfalls of sharing intimate photos.

 

The Temptation and the Risks

Let’s be real: in a digital world where relationships often start in the DMs, sexting has become common. But what starts as a moment of trust and connection can turn into regret, invasion of privacy, or worse.

Here are a few reasons to think twice before hitting send:

1. Loss of Control

Once you send a nude, it’s out of your hands — literally. Even with disappearing messages or private chats, screenshots and cloud backups can keep your photos alive far longer than you intended.

2. Trust Can Be Temporary

People change, relationships shift, and sadly, not everyone respects your boundaries afterward. Nudes can be used for revenge, blackmail (aka sextortion), or simply shared without your consent.

3. Legal Trouble

Depending on your age and the laws in your area, sending or possessing explicit images can cross into illegal territory — especially if anyone involved is under 18, even if it's consensual.

4. Privacy Breaches

Phones get hacked. Clouds get leaked. We've all seen celebrities' private photos made public. The same risks apply to everyone.

5. You Don't Owe Anyone a Nude

If someone is pressuring you to send something you're not comfortable with, that’s a huge red flag. Consent isn’t just about physical boundaries — it applies to digital ones, too. You never have to send anything just to keep someone’s interest, attention, or approval. Your comfort comes first. Always.

Think Before You Share

If you're going to share intimate content, consider safer practices:

• Don’t show your face, identifiable tattoos, or personal surroundings.

• Use encrypted platforms and disappearing messages — though they’re not foolproof.

• Most importantly, make sure it’s fully consensual, mutual, and respectful.

Bottom Line

Sexual expression is valid, and owning your body is empowering — but your digital footprint is forever. On a day like National Send Nudes Day, it’s worth remembering that privacy, respect, and safety are still sexy. Stay smart, stay empowered — and maybe, keep a little mystery too.

Now, with all of that being said, here's me ignoring half of my own advice to share a quick nude selfie I took in the shower this morning!

Museum of Sex

What would expect from somewhere named the Museum of Sex?

Experience has taught me to never expect to be able to take things at face value based purely on a name. The amount of mis-representation that goes on to bait visitors to give places a try is surely at an all time high and its does nothing to inspire confidence in people like me when trying to find new places to explore. 

As for the Museum of Sex, I'd say that, while not really being a museum, its close enough that you can actually visit there with some confidence that what you think it will be based on the name is not too far from reality. I mean, maybe I'm being pedantic over semantics because I think it is more of an art gallery than a museum but perhaps you might think there is more overlap there than I do.

Regardless of all that, if you like lewd and sexy art, then this place is definitely worth a little stroll around. Although not particularly big, there are plenty of pieces to check out, spread across a few different themed rooms. So, you really can take as little or long as you like to view them all, depending on whether you want to quickly scan round them all or take a bit more time to really enjoy each and every piece.

For me, the best stuff was found in La Chambre Rouge and La Chambre Mauve, so named due to coloured aesthetic applied to each. All of the artwork in each of those two rooms is delightful lewd and feels anchored in genuine love-making and fucking despite every one having it own unique abstract style. Indeed, no two paintings have the same art style which compels your to check them all out because, no matter how many of them you have already looked at, you know that there is still something new to be seen.

And all of that is wonderfully accentuated by the themed lighting that is inspired by the room name, which creates and a palpable atmosphere of desire and lust. Although the place was surprisingly empty when I was visiting, I could totally imagine guests getting so drawn in by the carefully crafted mood established in the mood that they become part of the exhibition by mimicking what is shown in the art and bring it to life in the flesh. Indeed, strategically placed beds in the middle of each room suggest that that is very much the intent of the person who curated the show. 

For those of you who are more into bondage and rougher or kinkier sex, then perhaps the third exhibit room will be more to your tastes. Sadly, I forget what that one was called but the theme of it was clear. Less about passion and love, and much more about lust and the darker side of sex.

It very well may also appeal more to anyone who prefers sculptures to paintings. Although both La Chambre Rouge and La Chambre Mauve have a featured sculpture, here is where you'll find the best of them. Not just pairs of lovers whose bodies are interwoven in erotic embraces, like are found in the other rooms, but also grander artistic pieces as well. My favourite of those is most definitely the 8 foot steel cock and balls.

And I shouldn't neglect to mention the balcony display either. A quick climb of the spiral stairs and you can enjoy a fantastic collection of lewd paintings. Perhaps less explicitly sexual than those in the other rooms and more an exploration of human nudity and the beauty of bare bodies.

And, when you're finally done exploring and admiring all the sexy pieces, or if you just need a break midway through your visit, there's a small but well-stocked bar that you can visit. 

Or if you really want to properly unwind, you can pop into their onsite sauna for some quality rest and relaxation. Be carefully though. Yet more sexy art combined with disrobing for the sauna might be too much for some. You could very easily find yourself becoming overwhelmed with horniness. Especially in the face of the temptation provided by the handily placed sex toy vending machine, stocked with just about any Lovense toy that you could wish for.

I'll admit, it got the better of me. Being the only person there and feeling so relaxed while lounging naked in the sauna, I couldn't resist touching myself. Some light touching of my sensitive parts soon turned to me losing myself in the desire pleasure myself.

I even nervously poked my head out of the sauna to double check that I was still alone. Upon confirming that I was, I dashed across the museum back to my two favourite rooms, where I indulged in some furious fingering while admiring all of the filthy images that are hung on the walls.

Those centrally placed beds that I mentioned earlier certainly came in useful as I writhed and wriggled while getting myself off...

The Sweet Suite

At some point in the past, I've probably gone on the record as saying that Cake and Cunnilingus Day is my favourite event of the year. I mean, if you can find two more enjoy things than sweet treats and getting licked out, I would be very surprised. So stick them together and... boom!... what a day you'll have!

Anyways, this year, I really wanted to take my enjoyment of the day to another level, so I came up with a multi-stage plan to enjoy maximum pleasure. But, as is often the way, things rarely go to plan. Still, it was not a disaster. Just not quite the 'next level' that I had hoped to be telling you all about.

Ok, so stage 1 was to book out what I've dubbed the 'Sweet Suite'. In other words, a rather fancy hotel suite that has been stocked full of all sorts of sweet treats. Mostly, cakes of all shapes and sizes, because, you know, gotta put the 'cake' in 'Cake and Cunnilingus Day'. But I like a bit of variety, so there were some other sugary treats as well, such as my favourite brand of lollipop.

With the 'where' sorted, it was onto stage 2, which was the 'with whom', I would be enjoying some sweet and naughty fun. And this is where I wanted to put a twist on compared to how I've celebrated in past years.

You see, I've always focused on the aspect of Cake and Cunnilingus Day where it is a response to Steak and Blowjob Day, which is, in turn, a response to Valentine's Day. Just in case you hadn't noticed, its not by coincidence that they all fall on the 14th of consecutive months. 

Steak and Blowjob Day was very deliberately placed exactly a month after Valentine's Day to give a more guy-orientated day where wives and girlfriends can show some gratitude for putting their husbands and boyfriends through the stress of  Valentine's Day by showing them oral appreciation.

But you know what? It's not just guys that enjoy receiving some oral appreciation so, it was always inevitable, that the scales would need balancing. Hence, exactly 1 month after Steak and Blowjob Day we now also have Cake and Cunnilingus Day for the favour to be returned.

Why am I explaining all of this? Well, its to give some context that I've always associated Cake and Cunnilingus Day with being a strictly hetero celebration, i.e. Husbands and boyfriends providing some pleasure to their wives and girlfriends, and typically being within some sort of romantic relationship. 

But should it be broader than that? Could it just be about any woman getting to enjoy getting eaten out by any partner? Does it have to be a romantic partner or could it be any guy who is willing to offer their services? Indeed, does it even need to be a guy at all?

These were the questions that I was eager to explore this year so, if we get back to my plan, I invited a couple of willing volunteers to join me in the Sweet Suite; my husband Ace to tick off the partner angle, and my gay crush, Emmy, to explore the non-partner / non-hetero angle.

At least, that was the plan... Reality had other plans though and events conspired so that Emmy was unable to make, leaving my well-laid plans well and truly scuppered.

Regardless, I still had my husband at hand and a whole load of cakes to scoff my way through, so all was not lost. It just means that I can't bring you the usually sort of lewd but insightful discussion that I try my best to always deliver. Instead, you'll just have to make do with a bunch of photos of Ace eating me out while I eat my way through a stack of donuts.

OK so, since we weren't sure if Emmy was just running late or completely waylaid, we obviously got cracking without her, in the hope that she would be able to join in at some point, but that obviously never happened.

Instead, I decided I'd go another round with Ace. With the Sweet Suite costing a pretty penny to book, I didn't want to not get value for money by vacating the room prematurely. So quick coffee break and then a forced him back to work!

But that did make me fell a little bad. He had done such a diligent job of going down on me that, as I sat there on his face, his tongue flicking against my moist pussy lips, I couldn't help but feel a little selfish for not giving him anything in return. And his erect cock that was standing tall before me did look every bit as yummy as all of the treats that surrounded us.

So yeah, I couldn't resist sucking him off in return. And, soon enough. our roles were completely reversed as I allowed him to tuck into some of the excess donuts while I slurped on big dick.

Maybe its not quite in keeping with the theme of the day. But whatever... I do enjoying sucking cock so I'm not going to apologise for straying away from the pussy licking intent of the event. 

If I do need to somehow convince you that giving my husband and nice, sloppy blowjob for Cake and Cunnilingus Day was somehow thematically appropriate, then I will just direct you to inspect the photos of how he finished all over my face. He well and truly glazed my face like a donut when he nutted all over me and that, ladies and gentlemen, ties things up nice and neatly in my opinion.

As for Emmy missing out... well, there's always next year, right?

Stripping down a winning outfit

Want to know more about how I snatched victory in Dom's 'hottest outfit' competition? Well, you are in for a treat if you do. To celebrate my win, I returned for a more substantial photoshoot. One which I'll use to... ahem... strip away the mystery of my attire by breaking down what each and every component of it contributes the overall look. 

So here we go...

First up, my ultra-short black mini skirt is the definition of sleek seduction as it catches the light with every step. The asymmetrical wrap detail in the front adds movement and texture, enhancing my curves and drawing the eye with its sculptural drape. 

The leather clings to my body with a second-skin fit that accentuates every curve by hugging my hips and thighs in all the right places while also doing a grand job of highlighting what I think is my best feature; my bum. It leaves little to the imagination and a lot to admire.

By skipping wearing knickers entirely, the absence of visible lines keeps the silhouette smooth and uninterrupted, while also adding an undercurrent of raw, confident sensuality. 

And, as a final flirtatious touch, a naughty slit on the back of the skirt reveals just a hint of skin, flashing my inner thighs and teasing a whole lot more when I bend over. Catch it at just the right angle and, not only is the lack of under garments very obvious, but the slit in my skirt is perfectly placed to give a glimpse of an entirely different sort of slit.

Mind you, if I do want to rein it in a little, I am more than happy to conceal my modesty with some cute, deep red lace knickers that would surely set the pulse racing of any warm-blooded male who is lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them.

With all that being said, the undoubted centrepiece of the outfit is my deep red leather corset top that exudes confidence and sex appeal. It hugs my torso tightly, enhancing my natural but subtle hourglass silhouette and emphasizing my mid-sized boobs. 

The corset wonderfully elevates and shapes my bust by pushing my boobs upward and inward to enhance my cleavage without the need for a bra. The snug fit offers support while also making my chest appear fuller and rounder.

The sweetheart neckline adds a touch of romance that accentuates the décolletage, while, around the back, the corset is cinched together with classic lace-up strings, which are both functional and aesthetically pleasing. The crisscross lacing not only allows for a customised fit but also adds a provocative detail, giving onlookers an enticing glimpse of my bare skin underneath.

And it would be totally out of character for me to not choose it in a colour that reflects my signature style. Hence, the striking deep red that complements my red hair but contrasts starkly against the rest of the black leather that I've chosen.

Beneath the figure-hugging corset, a discreet yet essential detail adds both comfort and confidence: a pair of sleek but breathable silicon nipple pasties. While invisible to the eye, their presence is vital when the tight cinch and stiff leather of the corset can cause unwanted friction, preventing painful chafing and skin irritation. 

Beyond comfort, they also offer a subtle sense of security, allowing me to feel just a touch more at ease that I won't be baring too much if anything should shift unexpectedly, particularly while leaving it all out there on the dance floor.

Finally, a classic pair of 'fuck me boots' don’t just complement the rest of the outfit—they amplify it. The high-shine finish mirrors the textures of my mini skirt and corset, tying the whole look together with a cohesive shine. 

Similarly, the theme of skin tight fits continues as they snugly hug my legs up to the knee. In doing so  they sculpt and accentuate my legs, creating a powerful silhouette that’s both elegant and erotic. And, at the same time, the heels elevate me both literally and figuratively.

Furthermore, it shouldn't be overlooked how the pairing of the black mini skirt and matching knee high boots creates a deliberate visual frame for my bare thighs that draws the eyes. The skirt ends daringly high, revealing a generous expanse of skin between its hem and the top of the boots—a space that teases just enough to excite. 

The darkness of the skirt and boots also provides a high contrast against my pale skin, emphasizing my exposed areas to tease yet further.

Of course, there is one other factor that completes the whole look. I don't want to brag but it is, of course, me. Everything I have said, is with it being in mind that I will be the one wearing this outfit so I have tried my best, as I have mentioned a number of times already, to tailor it to my personal figure. 

Will it work for everyone? Maybe not. But will outfits that work for others always work for me? Of course not. There is an art to working with what you have been blessed with and that is something that I have very much embraced. 

Indeed, I am under no illusions that if this competition was 'hottest figure', all of the other girls, being more voluptuous and well-endowed than me, would no doubt have wiped the floor with me. Which is exactly why I had to pick an outfit that maximised every one of my assets. Or should that be ass-ets?

Anyway, as I sign off, I'll show you exactly what blank canvas I was working with when putting this outfit together.